Every day, I realize how different you see things, how your imagination creates a whole new playground no matter where you are. How a book suddenly becomes a mountain for little toy men to climb, a towel becomes a river for a boat to sail on and a cardboard box becomes a garage for your cars.
Your dress sense or even style has no meaning or significance to you, whatever you feel comfy in you’re going to try to wear. If you want to wear mummy’s shoes with your pajamas, a crocodile raincoat and daddy’s deer hunter hat! Good luck to you on that kiddo.
You see things so differently, and yet you take everything in, constantly asking questions which I don’t always have answers for yet you seem to crave the answers until you’re quickly distracted by something else which was once meaningless and of no importance to me.
I smile when you can’t get to grips with how something works, opens or even understand what something is. Then slowly your frustration turns to joy as I’m allowed to explain and show you what to do.
You’re growing up too quick and I keep constantly finding myself wishing today wouldn’t become yesterday and hoping tomorrow wouldn’t become today.